her friend to one side while Kale signed
autographs for some of the younger students.
“Why did you
have to ask him to join us Maddie? Is this just so you can stare at
him all through lunch? Because I don’t want to have to make
conversation with someone who’ll not be listening to a word I say,
you hear me?”
Maddie clearly
wasn’t listening, “Uh-huh, whatever you say – come on, he’s sitting
down now!”
Izzie rolled
her eyes and groaned as Maddie tugged on her arm and directed her
over to the table where Kale was now eating his lunch.
“Sorry,” Maddie
apologised to him; her eyelashes fluttering furiously in what Izzie
presumed she thought to be a flirtatious manner, “Izzie couldn’t
decide what to get. Anyway, how have you liked Hartside High so
far?”
Kale took a sip
of his bottled water, “Oh erm, it’s great. I think I’ll like it
here.” He looked very uncomfortable at the way Maddie was looking
at him; like he was a piece of meat. Izzie noticed his panicked
expression and found herself enjoying watching him squirm.
“So Kale, you
never got around to telling me what you’re studying? I do the same
as Izzie; English, English Literature and Drama. I want to be an
actress whereas Iz wants to be a writer.”
Kale looked at
Izzie interestedly, “Really, a writer – that’s really cool.”
Maddie looked
annoyed that he had ignored her and talked to Izzie instead; she
cleared her throat purposely so that he would answer her
question.
Kale noticed
Maddie’s forced cough and quickly looked away from Izzie who had
merely nodded when he had spoke to her. “Oh sorry, I didn’t answer
your question … I’m actually doing the same three - I really love
literature; you know how words can convey emotions, how you can
escape into a world all of your own. It’s really something else …
it’s why I started acting; to get the chance to actually perform
what the author was saying – well, it’s really kind of
amazing.”
Maddie nodded
but Kale didn’t fail to recognise the look of confusion on her
face; she clearly didn’t understand his passion for the written
word. However, a quick glance at Izzie showed she knew exactly what
he was referring to; she did dream of being a writer after all.
Kale didn’t say anything else and neither did Maddie but Izzie
surprised them both by nodding at Kale and saying, “I know what you
mean; I grew up with a love of books – my father owns a book shop,”
she explained to him.
Kale nodded; he
was clearly impressed, “Wow, I’ll have to check it out sometime –
I’m always reading something.” They all ate the rest of their
lunches in silence but Kale couldn’t help but furrow his brow when
he wondered why Izzie seemed to go from being rather unfriendly to
perfectly pleasant as quickly as she did; he didn’t know which
reception he was going to be met with next. He shook his head and
finished eating his burger.
Izzie sensed
that Maddie was mad at her; that was why she didn’t continue on
with her conversation with Kale. She picked at her sandwich and
only half-paid attention to the small talk Kale was making with
Maddie. She was extremely relieved when the bell rang to signal the
end of lunch; she really wanted to be alone - away from Kale and
away from Maddie and her fluttering eyelashes – it was a good thing
that she had a free class now. Izzie looked at Maddie; she knew
that she had a free class too but she hoped that Maddie wouldn’t
annoy her too much.
“What you going
to do this class?” Izzie asked her friend as Kale pretended not to
be listening to this little exchange.
“I agreed to
tutor one of the younger students in English so I’ll be in the
library. I hope you don’t mind.” Maddie told her politely but Izzie
could tell she really didn’t care if Izzie did mind.
Izzie nodded
and watched Maddie leave, then she sighed; it was totally obvious
that Maddie was pissed at her but Izzie failed to see what it was
that she was